Seducers 9

Tommy was waiting in his apartment above the coffee shop with his friend Jeffrey. Jeff had red hair and pale skin. His green eyes showed his Scottish stock stronger still, and the sun had marked him with freckles everywhere. Since his meeting that morning with Chuck, Tommy's libido had gone through the roof. For some reason, he was constantly horny, and even after getting his rocks off he found his big hungry dick growing hard and long for more attention.

At first, he wasn't sure what to do with his new body and face and cock. If he showed up in his usual haunts with the usual gang, would they freak out? And if they did, was that necessarily a bad thing? So he decided to try himself out on Jeff, who had a pretty fine body and an undeniably great ass. He'd lusted after the guy forever, it seemed, but never managed to get up the courage to proposition him. And for that reason, he avoided him. They were better friends before Tommy started fighting his feelings, and now he called Jeff up and invited him up for "coffee and a DVD or something."

Jeff, always an amiable and good-natured guy, said, "Sure!" and arrived with copies of Austin Powers and The Matrix in hand. But Tommy answered the door shirtless wearing a pair of spandex workout trunks he'd never had the courage to sport in public and all thoughts of watching anything flew out the window.

They spent the whole afternoon together and, amazingly, it seemed that Jeff also became increasingly amorous the more time they spent together. His ass was every bit as beautiful out of his Wranglers as Tommy imagined it would be, and it drove him crazy. He seemed to be having the same effect of Jeff, who was exploring parts of his body with increasing passion and attention, and as the afternoon drifted into the evening, he felt as if he was becoming bigger and bigger, able to stay hard as a rock and pump load after load in that fine ass and across his chest and belly and into Jeff's warm, wet mouth.

The workout was doing Jeff some good as well. Maybe it was just the evening shadows, but it looked like the guy's nicely developed body was growing more defined by the hour. They were lost in a frenzy of sex and when the knock came on his door, they were tangled together in the sheets of his worn-out bed, sweaty and hot and ready for more.

What neither he nor his companion was ready for were the three men who walked into his apartment that night. Tommy expected Chuck, of course, but seeing Frazz - who was even bigger than Chuck - and Adam, who had an intensity of beauty and a semblance of innocence so strongly manifested that he seemed as if he had stepped out of some Renaissance painting of angels, although these angels would be so large and muscular that they'd wrestle you into heaven rather than simply blow trumpets.

Jeff was obviously taken aback. All Tommy had told him was that his personal trainer would be stopping by later and that he was sure Jeff, who wanted to get into bodybuilding as a lifestyle, could pick up a pointer or two. The sort of helpful information that allowed Tommy to turn into the muscle stud he was in only a few short weeks. Since the evidence was right in front of his eyes (and all over his body) Jeff had high expectations.

But the men who walked through the door more than surpassed those expectations. They blew them out of the water completely. Tommy had a sheet wrapped around his waist when he went to answer the door and Jeffrey, naked, sat on the bed with his hands on his privates when he walked back into the bedroom followed by the most amazing collection of muscle Jeff had ever seen.

"Hi, Tom," Chuck greeted, pulling him into an embrace before kissing him hard and deep on the mouth. Chuck was wearing the same pair of shorts he had on that morning, doing the same poor job of hiding his attributes, and a T-shirt so tattered and threadbare that it looked like he found it on the street. One heavy nipple was poking through a hole, and everywhere else the shirt was being torn apart under his muscular onslaught. His dark, hairy skin was everywhere, and he looked damned sexy.

His friends were dressed little better. Jeff wondered what the people downstairs must have thought seeing these incredibly huge and gorgeous creatures mounting the stairs wearing little better than tatters. The black guy had on some navy sweat pants, the legs of which had been removed below the knee. They were bleached in places and the rear pocket was missing, leaving a couple of small holes that showed glimpses of dark butt flesh. If he was wearing underwear it must have been either a jockstrap or a thong, because his basket was so full and heavy that it looked like he was smuggling lemons or something. His upper body sported a dirty white ribbed athletic top that was plainly too small for him so that several inches of his belly, and its rippled glory, was exposed. He must have cut the chest open to allow his bulk inside, because it was split down the center and spreading itself wide. His nipples poked against the cotton and he looked about ready to split his seams open as well.

The young guy, who had a habit of staring, had on perhaps the oddest wardrobe of all. For one thing, he was obviously wearing boxer shorts because the fly was pulled open so that his dark wealth of pubes was showing through. The shorts had a design on them like the American flag and the side seams were ripped open, with threads still hanging free as if he'd just done so on the way up. His dick - if something so obviously large could be called just a dick - hung down his right thigh and Jeff swore he could see the tip of the head dangling from the leg, but that meant that, limp, the guy had nine or ten inches going on.

He must have stood about six and a half feet tall, but he had this face like a kid. It was sort of weird to see him. It was as if someone had found the most beautiful boy on the planet and stuck his head on the body of a testosterone-pumped, steroid-popping monster, because he was muscle everywhere. But for some reason, it all fit, he didn't look wrong, he looked completely, perfectly right.

The only thing he wore on his torso was a pair of suspenders attached to the waistband of the boxers. They bowed around his chest and rubbed against his nipples. And Jeff thought the reason he wasn't wearing a shirt was because there weren't any that would fit him.

He had never seen a body so thick and massive. Huge, fat bellies of power bulged everywhere. The guys arms, alone, had to be 24 inches around. If he had any fat on him, it wasn't showing. He was sculpted, defined, vascular and immense. And he kept staring at Jeff until the guy called Chuck introduced him as Adam and he smiled so sweetly that Jeff felt his heart ache.

Adam said, simply, "Hello." Jeff said it back. And then the boy-man was pulling off the suspenders and stepping out of his shorts. It was readily apparent that his dick was bigger even than Jeff thought it was, not to mention a set of balls he'd have a hard time sucking into his mouth. He furrowed his brow at the unexpected (but not unwelcome) action until Adam crawled into bed with him and started to kiss him on the mouth, pushing him down onto the mattress and moving his strong touch all over Jeff's body. Adam's skin was smooth and soft and sensual, his kisses tender and loving and attentive, and everything he did told Jeff that this beautiful creature loved him totally.

Chuck rumbled a laugh. "Well, that didn't take long."

"Shit!" Tommy dropped his sheet and gawked as Adam applied his mouth to Jeff's stiff joint and deep throated him with evident ease. Jeff arched his back and let a low moan from his throat, his eyes wide open and his hands grabbing the sheets with white knuckles. As Tom watched, his friend's chest began to inflate and the arms grabbing the white sheets bulged with sudden muscle. Veins as thick as fingers popped up across his white flesh, branching out and multiplying with sudden fury as his whole body began to grow. "Shit!"

Chuck's grip found Tommy's ass and he said, "I promised him," he said. "He's been a very good boy and this is his reward."

The hugely muscle boy gently pushed Jeff onto his back and took his ankles in hand, pulling his legs up and spreading them apart. Muscle seemed to be swelling along the calves and thighs as he did so, and his legs seemed to spread themselves apart so wide that it looked as it they'd come unhinged. For some reason, Jeff's body was super flexible. And when he had himself positioned before Jeff's rosebud, he moved his drooling prick inside and started to slowly thrust, going in deeper each time, shoving his mammoth cock up the redhead's ass. Tom could see that with each bottomless push, Jeff's body seemed to swell outward and not recede. He was being fucked into a beautiful muscled superman.

"Holy shit!" Tommy just kept saying that as he watched the young man in his bed developing into a massive muscular hulk. Adam's mouth only smiled as he fucked Jeff's ass for a few luxurious minutes. Then he pulled himself out, accompanied by a gush of thick, clear honey that suddenly made the whole room smell like a gym. Once again, he bent his lips to Jeff's stiff prick, kissing and sucking and stroking him - and then Adam started back up his body, kissing and sucking and licking as he went. He paused at the nipples and nibbled them. His hands moved down Jeff's arms and they entwined fingers, and after only a few moments Jeff's biceps had bloomed almost as large as Adam's. "Shit! Shit!"

"Careful, Adam. Not too much."

The boy lifted his arm and looked at Chuck and Tom from under it. "No?"

Chuck shook his head. "Not yet." He nodded at the ceiling. "It would get a little crowded in here."

Adam smiled with incredible beatitude. "Okay!" Then he turned his attentions back to Jeffrey and continued to quickly turn him into a bodybuilder of incredible size. He lay his own body against the other young man as he continued to kiss and stroke and fondle him. His hands were everywhere, and his mouth seemed to be there just a beat after. Jeff simply lay on his back moaning and gritting his teeth and pinching his eyes shut, obviously lost in a sort of sexual pleasure too deep to easily cope with.

"Who... what... how...?"

Chuck kissed Tommy again and squeezed his ass. "I was expecting more of your friends tonight, Tom. Frazz here is feeling all left out."

"Yeah," his dark friend said, making a cute pouty face. His voice was so deep it sounded like an earthquake.

Jeff had no way to prepare for what was happening to him. Being with Adam was like being the focus of intense love and strength and power and passion. It was being at the center of ultimate pleasure in every sense. Adam gave everything to Jeff, unconditionally and with great fervor. It felt as if it was pouring into him, as if he had been empty all his life and now he was being filled up to overflowing with everything good, and everything powerful, everything sexual and sensual and blissful. It was physical, certainly. The transforming process as well as Adam's attentions to Jeff's body. But the strength of emotion was, if anything, more powerful still.

Adam knew no boundaries. He gave everything he was in every encounter. And he felt he received even more in return. All of these beautiful, passionate, wonderful men everywhere, he wanted to be with them all, and to love them, and make them better, and make them feel good.

He loved Jeffrey. Jeffrey was beautiful. When he asked Chuck if he could please be with the first man, and Chuck said yes, he felt a swelling of love of passion inside that he needed to let out as soon as he saw him. He wanted to be with him, have him inside and to be inside him, to share everything and give himself completely to Jeff.

Jeff wanted to cry out, to shout, to roar with pleasure and happiness and bliss. Everything felt good, inside and out, and it was all swollen with power and sex and love. He was a burning sun of raw brawn, it was exploding everywhere, and he knew the boy with an intimacy in those few minutes such as he had never felt before. He had never been with anyone so completely, and felt so good being with them.

And suddenly Adam was kissing his mouth with tenderness and softness that belied his size and strength. Adam's hand was in his hair, petting him gently, and their eyes met and Jeff felt totally, completely contented. "Hello," the beautiful boy said again.

"Hello," answered Jeff.

"Okay you two, break it up. Jeffrey, kid, stand up so we can get a look at you."

Adam lifted himself off Jeff and slid off the mattress, squatting near the foot of the bed. His shoulders looked like they could support the whole building. Jeff started to get up and felt that something was different. Things moved differently. He felt heavier and lighter at the same time, as if his body was more massive but better equipped to carry itself around. He moved with an ease that felt alien. Nothing ached. Nothing hurt. Nothing caught. His muscles felt energized and powerful.

Something had changed.

He sat forward and heard someone whistle. He looked at Tommy and his mouth was hanging open. The first thing that occurred to him to ask was, "Am I bleeding?"

Tom whispered, "Holy shit."

Jeff looked down and noticed immediately that he wasn't bleeding - and he was wearing some other guy's body. And whoever that guy was, he was going to be royally pissed off because this was a damn fine body.

The first thing he saw, because it was so big you couldn't miss it, was a broad, muscular chest dusted with rust-colored curls. The hair spread in a triangle across the top, moving out toward his shoulders and thinned to a trail leading between the two fat globes and their huge nipples onto a flat belly that sprung to muscular life as he leaned forward.

He still owned the freckled skin he had before someone slipped him inside this muscle suit but now it seemed to shimmer and sheen like silk. The hair spread wide again above his groin and grew very thick around... holy jesus god what the fuck kind of dick was that? Was that a dick? It looked like a fleshy hose overrun with veins and hung across one of the meatiest thighs Jeff had ever seen. Every muscle was cleanly defined and bulging with cables of power. He moved his hand down toward that monstrous cock and felt its firm, soft, smoothness.

"Stand up, Rookie!" It was Frazz, the dark man with the earth-shaking voice. Jeff looked up and saw the guy smiling happily, and there was Chuck with his hand across Tommy's shoulders. They were both looking at him, too, and while Chuck looked more or less like Frazz, with a broad smile on his masculine, goateed face, Tom still looked like somebody just slipped a corncob up his ass.

Jeff moved off the bed and stood up, feeling immediately like he was standing on a box. His whole perspective had changed. The things he was used to seeing at eye level were now quite a bit below that, and he looked at the ceiling and reached up and found that he could put his whole forearm against the 8-foot high surface. Doing so made him feel muscles he could swear he didn't have before, huge wedges that unfolded from his back and under his arm. The tricep swelled like a mountain and the reddish brown hair across his chest became a thick forest under his arm.

"Oh my God," he said softly, then a grin wiped across his lips growing quickly into a smile with shining white teeth. "Where's a mirror?"

Tommy, mouth agape (still), pointed toward the closed closet door and Jeff stepped over and opened it, seeing his whole form and new face for the first time.

His eyes were so green they looked like jade. His red hair had lengthened and grown curly. A shadow of more rust ran across the strong jaw and high cheeks of his improved face, and a full mustache scrawled across his upper lip. He had a broad, proud nose and the freckles were here, too.

He raised his hand to touch the fantasy face in the mirror, and the twisting brawn of his forearm drew his attention away. Then his hands were dancing down the bulging contours of this new body, seven feet tall and bigger than almost any bodybuilder he could think of. Everything was firm and fat and huge, he could feel enormous strength pulsing throughout his new body, steel-hard and capable of feats he could hardly imagine.

But more than that, his huge muscles were perfectly symmetrical, beautifully developed, bulging fat and hard everywhere. Then there was that mammoth prick arching proudly out from between his legs and dangling down what looked like a foot at least. Two low hangers drooped behind the monster, as big as lemons. He brought his arms up to flex his power to full strength, watching his chest enlarge and those wings of muscle unfold from his back. He balled his hands into fists and watched his own arms inflate bigger and bigger. "Oh my god," he whispered softly.

"Yeah," agreed Chuck, "Adam does nice work."

Jeff turned and bounded to Adam, pulling the huge beautiful boy into a fierce embrace. The others could hear him saying 'thank you' about a dozen times. Then he kissed Adam's mouth and Adam looked like he didn't want to let go, but he did finally.

Jeff sat down heavily on the bed as something like shock finally set in, and it was up to Tommy to ask the obvious questions. "So, where the hell did you guys get your wardrobe? Some homeless guy didn't need them anymore?"

Chuck laughed aloud, pinching his T-shirt and pulling at the flimsy material. "Something like that."

Tommy sat next to Jeff, who now outweighed him by at least 100 lbs, and put his hand on his friend's leg. "And... how do you do this?"

Jeff looked up, then looked at Tom, saying, "You mean, this is how...?"

"Of course, stupid. What, you honestly thought I started Body for Life two weeks ago and it changed me this much?" Jeff shrugged. Tommy said, "This morning I weighed 170 pounds soaking wet and stood about six feet tall. Then I met Chuck here and this is how he left me."

"You look good," Jeff said.

"Uh, yeah." He looked at Chuck. "You do this for everyone you meet?"

He shook his head, kneeling down to look Tommy in the eyes. "Only the ones I like."

Jeff asked, "And how many is that?"

Chuck looked over and shrugged. "Bout a dozen, I guess. Give or take."

"And... just how the fuck do you do this?"

Chuck sighed. "God, this is the part I hate. Over and over, the explanation."

Frazz tapped him on the shoulder and said, "You could just..." Then he tapped his forehead.

"Oh! Duh. Yeah, okay. That would save a lot of time, wouldn't it?" He looked back at Tommy and said, "I'm going to give you something. This is... a bit unusual. But it won't hurt, and you can turn it off whenever you want to."

"Turn what off?"

"This," he said, and he leaned forward and kissed Tom's mouth. The kid had all but forgotten this feeling of total masculinity that Chuck gave off, but it all came back in a rush of testosterone-driven lust and sensuality. Then something inside his mind seemed to flutter and flicker, like a fluorescent light coming to life. And suddenly he felt Chuck - and all his male potency - flooding his brain with images and sensations and words and situations.

He saw men, dozens of them, all gorgeous and huge, and growing bigger. He watched Chuck become the man he was now, the beautiful muscle god kneeling in front of Tommy. He saw others changing, growing, swelling. They were of every color, every size, every age, and then they changed, some slowly and others almost instantly, swelling with muscle, and he saw the fire that burned through them and changed them, watched their bodies and faces perfect themselves, saw them falling into each others' embrace, and fucking each other, and cumming like fountains.

He saw a place with green meadows and trees. Men there, too. Fucking and sucking and loving each other. And suddenly everything was in his head, all the explanations Chuck had. Names and places. Where IGE was, when they should return for The Sharing, the changes yet to come. His brothers, and lovers, and Adam, the beautiful and magical Adam. Michael and Carlos. Todd and Justin and Aaron. The Greeting Squad. More and more men, now so huge and beautiful.

Now Tommy had the mindspeech, and he heard Chuck's deep, sultry voice shake him. ::One step closer, lover.:: The words were tinged with desire and pleasure and exhilaration.

"Shit," he said again. "Cool!"

Jeff paused in his examination of himself and said, "What? What is it?"

"Perfection," said Tommy.